Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 133: You Have Two Phones

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: You Have Two Phones
Cole Hawke mentioned two things that left Jason Hawke stunned, unable to process it right away.
"Arthur, is this source reliable?"
What astonishing news!
Especially the second matter.
Could Damon Hawke truly be the leader of the Netherworld Organization?
Wouldn’t that mean Damon is so young, yet he can navigate both the underworld and the elite circles?
With such immense power, can his son still hold his own against him?
"Absolutely true."
Cole took a sip of water, "So Dad, stop sending people to watch over me. I’ve grown up and I can act according to your wishes."
He wasn’t in a hurry; he would plan step by step to defeat Damon Hawke.
Even if he wasn’t fixated on the title of CEO of Hawke Corporation, because of that person, he must give it his all.
She was the light of his life.
He wanted to possess that!
"Arthur, you have grown up."
Jason Hawke looked at his tall and leggy son in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.
Cole curled his lips, "Dad, it’s getting late. Rest early, I’ll help you upstairs."
"Alright."
Jason slowly rose, assisted by Cole, and went upstairs.
After settling his father, he stared out at the night sky, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
"Victoria Don, do something for me."
...
The Collins Family.
"What did you say? Didn’t get her? How do you conduct your business?"
Melody Lane angrily shouted into the phone in her room.
"Miss, although I didn’t get her, she almost fell to her death. I may have no merit, but surely I have labored. Hurry up and send the remaining payment."
The voice of a man came through the phone.
Melody sneered, "Is this the extent of your gangster skills? What face do you have to ask me for the remaining payment after not getting the job done?"
"Miss Lane, not only do you need to pay me the remaining balance, but also an extra fee for me to escape! Otherwise, I don’t know what might happen next."
The man snorted coldly.
Melody almost exploded in anger, "What do you mean?"
Blackmailing her?
"What I mean is, you didn’t make it clear to me that the woman I was to handle is protected by the Netherworld Organization. Now, the Netherworld Organization is after me. So tell me, shouldn’t you pay me an escape fee?"
Netherworld Organization?
A crooked and evil organization?
Could Elara Don actually be involved with such an organization?
Melody gripped her phone tightly, her eyes full of hatred.
"Fine, I’ll give you some money, you better hide."
"Alright!"
After hanging up, Melody angrily threw the phone onto the bed.
Indeed, today she had hired someone to tail Elara Don, just to give her a lesson.
But unexpectedly, Elara’s luck seemed so good; she wasn’t destroyed!
This bitch had ruined her, and she wasn’t going to let this go easily!
...
The next day.
Hospital room.
Elara Don opened her eyes, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, her thoughts stalled for a moment.
Slowly turning her head, upon seeing the man beside her resting with his eyes closed, her thoughts returned.
She knew he had stayed with her all night.
He even carried her to the bathroom.
He probably hadn’t closed his eyes the whole night.
Elara softened her gaze, moving closer to observe him carefully.
The man’s skin wasn’t rough; instead, it was very delicate.
Delicate enough that under the light, you could hardly see a single strand of hair.
Yet, how could a normal person’s skin have no visible hair?
Something felt odd.
At that moment, the man suddenly opened his eyes.
Caught off guard, he met Elara Don’s inquisitive gaze.
Elara was stunned and quickly looked away.
"Oh, um, you’re awake?"
She was staring at him, how impolite.
Damon Hawke touched his face, sat up straight, and his eyes shifted slightly.
"Why are you blushing? Embarrassed? I’m your boyfriend, what’s there to be embarrassed about looking at your own boyfriend?"
She had the look of inquiry just now; hopefully, she didn’t spot anything unusual?
Although his human skin mask was made very realistically, there were still slight differences compared to real skin.
But generally, it’s difficult to notice without expertise.
Hopefully, she didn’t detect anything peculiar.
"I’m not blushing."
Elara Don denied, hopping out of bed, "I’m going to freshen up and then hurry back. Bea will surely be worried."
Honestly, getting caught peeking.
How embarrassing.
"I’ll take you back later."
Damon chuckled and said.
Just as Elara was about to say something, Damon’s phone in his pocket rang.
Elara instinctively looked over, glanced at his pocket, then shifted her gaze to the table.
There was another phone belonging to Damon on the table.
This man actually had two phones?
Such a busy life!
Damon’s nerves tensed, "I’ll go out and take the call."
Who could be calling at such a time?
Trying to endanger his life?
Damon walked outside the hospital room, took out his phone, and found the call was from the old home.
"Hello, Mom."
"Tom, you didn’t come home last night?"
"Yeah, there were some things I couldn’t resolve, I’ll be back soon."
"Alright then, we’ll talk when you return."
Madam Hawke said and hung up the phone.
Damon rubbed his temples and turned back into the hospital room.
Inside, Elara Don had freshened up and was ready to leave.
"Elly, I’ll take you back."
Damon helped her with her things.
"No need, your boss definitely has things to discuss with you. I’ll just take a taxi back."
Elara Don refused.
Her gaze fell on the phone on the table, her hand paused.
"Tom, you have two phones?"
Damon picked up the phone, his eyes shifting.
"Yeah, one is for business use, one is your dedicated phone."
Her dedicated phone?
Elara Don blinked, teasingly said: "Oh? You mean, it’s specially prepared for me, just to contact me alone? Tom, why do I feel like I’m being kept?"
On TV, only mistresses, women who couldn’t be seen, had such privileges.
Could it mean Thomas King has a household and couldn’t let her openly appear on his contact list?
"Elly, you’re overthinking it. If you have objections, I can give you all my assets, and you can keep me."
Damon chuckled, making a joke.
"Pfft, smooth talker."
Elara Don jokingly cursed and then left the hospital room.
"Rest at home today, don’t go to work."
Damon spoke more seriously.
"How can that be? Tomorrow is Hawke Corporation’s press conference, I need to go back to prepare."
"You’re a Perfumer; you can prepare tomorrow’s content at home."
Damon replied, "Listen to me, rest at home, do I need to call your boss?"
The company won’t stop operating without her.
She’s injured, and he didn’t want his woman to be so dedicated.
"Tom, don’t you think you’re very much a bossy CEO!"
Elara Don tilted her head, joked.
In her mind flashed another person’s image.
Thomas King’s tone was almost identical to his.
"Yeah, I want to spoil you into a little princess."
Damon hugged her shoulder, thinking he was a bona fide bossy president?
No matter how you change your appearance, habits can’t be changed!
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